Member Mossy 'member the sweet dreams
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'Member the cocoa leaves 'member Sega Gene sis
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Now we live in love like Genovese stash twenty G's ease
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Crib in Belize please forever cheese
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Crib all fresh high tech nigga art deco
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In the villa room sippin Demi Sec ohh?
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Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
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bugs on some ninety six ill shit
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Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
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Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
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in Havana, the Cabana, Copa
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Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah
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Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don
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like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron
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pure precon foot action Tone
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like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on
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*sung chorus*
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No one's gonna love you, the way I do
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Nobody, I can love you better
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No one's gonna love you, the way I do
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Nobody, baby your best bet is me
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It was the floss thang, for them niggaz to thug walk thang
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and for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang
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Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess
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Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest
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Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
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He's remind me, something like R. Kelly
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Back in the days, maxes and cresses
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Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes
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Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
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and from where I was holdin, before this
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Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
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Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
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No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie
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Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh
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Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
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Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's
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*chorus*
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If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin crazy
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niggaz, won't be haters, ballin, like briqueze
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Presedential suites at Ramada, in Nevada
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Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I'm droppin
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twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
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The Cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhh
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Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48
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Five on the plate, high stake, indo
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Bet they went from Pujos to pushin Benz-o's
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Dippin on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's
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The sassiest, mahogany Brown
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Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados
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Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
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Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions
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Yeah, now you ballin, please
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Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin
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*chorus
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No One`s
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| Foxy Brown |
